Peter Banning sat down next to his son Jack, who was banging his baseball against the ceiling of the passenger plane they were currently riding to Grandma Wendy's house in London.
He had just been shown the drawing Jack had made of their plane bursting into flame by his young daughter Maggie, where everyone had a parachute to escape the wreckage but Peter. Jack was very angry with his father due to Jack promising to come to his baseball game, and not showing up...it was the final game of the season.
"Please stop that, you're gonna break a window." Peter said.
Jack looked at his father incredulously, before banging on the window with the baseball. "They're double layered! Ya can't break 'em!"
Peter grabbed the baseball out of his son's hand, who chuckled. "You're afraid you're going to get sucked out the window!"
"Am not!"
"Yes you are you're afraid you're going. to. get. sucked. out!"
Peter sighed and returned the ball, "I'll come to every game this next year..I give you my word...my word is my bond."
"Yeah a junk bond!" Jack thumped the ball hard against the ceiling, causing a set of masks to come down in front of Peter, who yelped loudly.
Jack snickered about it the rest of the flight..which wasn't very long.
Soon they got their flight over, and were in a snowy London....at Wendy's front door.
Peter Banning sat down next to his son Jack, who was banging his baseball against the ceiling of the passenger plane they were currently riding to Grandma Wendy's house in London.
He had just been shown the drawing Jack had made of their plane bursting into flame by his young daughter Maggie, where everyone had a parachute to escape the wreckage but Peter. Jack was very angry with his father due to Jack promising to come to his baseball game, and not showing up...it was the final game of the season.
"Please stop that, you're gonna break a window." Peter said.
Jack looked at his father incredulously, before banging on the window with the baseball. "They're double layered! Ya can't break 'em!"
Peter grabbed the baseball out of his son's hand, who chuckled. "You're afraid you're going to get sucked out the window!"
"Am not!"
"Yes you are you're afraid you're going. to. get. sucked. out!"
Peter sighed and returned the ball, "I'll come to every game this next year..I give you my word...my word is my bond."
"Yeah a junk bond!" Jack thumped the ball hard against the ceiling, causing a set of masks to come down in front of Peter, who yelped loudly.
Jack snickered about it the rest of the flight..which wasn't very long.
Soon they got their flight over, and were in a snowy London....at Wendy's front door.